posted on Aug, 2 2015 @ 08:13 AM
Weight loss and fitness are one of the toughest nuts to crack because everyone is truly different, for all sorts of reasons, both subtle and obvious.
I can share what has worked for me, but only with the caveat that I've seen everyone try all manner of things and fail and try other things and
succeed, so what works for one WILL NOT work for all.
I've lost 113 lbs in the last year and a half. I'm a food addict, stemming from severe anxiety (too long to explain the connection, but this is not at
all an uncommon problem, and is easily - if somewhat OVER - simplified as just saying "emotional eater.") I have a ton of chronic health issues.
I had tried and failed to lose weight for ... well, forever really. What finally worked, quite simply, was to accept suffering. That sounds crazy, but
anything else I needed to do (caloric restriction, carb restriction, exercise, etc.) had to first stem from the true, full acceptance that, "This is
going to be hard. This is going to take forever. This is going to require me to feel like crap for a long time. This is going to require me to give up
things that I love and that help me cope with misery and anxiety. If I want to achieve this, that's the price. Period."
There was no shortcut, no way of making it easier on myself, no quick fix. The only way out was through. So I embraced that suffering. Made every day
I endured it a badge of honor. Made the suffering the reward, instead of the food and the sense of comfort it provided.
When I started out, I could only lift 3 lbs per hand, and walk a total of ten minutes a day without my back going out. (As I said, I have a lot of
chronic health issues, and spinal problems are among them.) Today, I'm 10 lbs away from my ideal BMI, can lift 20 lbs per hand, and can walk for two
or more hours a day. I do Tai Chi, I do my own version of interval cardio (my health precludes certain things like running,) and I can honestly for
the first time say I no longer have food cravings.
Getting there required daily conviction and determination to tough it out. Refusal to give into cravings (and I can honestly tell you, having to do
that is how I determined I was a true food addict in every sense of the word. I had literal withdrawals, both physical and psychological.) I never
missed a workout unless I was sick or hurt, no matter how bad I felt. I took photos regularly to gauge my progress (I didn't use the scale - you can
get neurotic about that. I just weighed myself at checkups.) I dealt with intensified anxiety and depression, and some days required medication for
both. Without food to facilitate escape, I had to really face those issues head on.
In short... it was miserable. I never got that wonderful "you'll have more energy and feel better!" feeling out of it (immediate post workout
endorphin high notwithstanding.) I feel cold all the time due to losing so much weight, and while I no longer have cravings, when I do have bouts of
depression and/or anxiety, despite professional management, not having that ideal fix (food) really forces me to just have to sort of sit with and
endure said feelings. And I'm in pain a lot due to my aforementioned health issues. But I'm healthier, I can walk, I can work out, and that in and of
itself is worth it to me. I added years to my life.
So while everyone's mileage may vary, my advice - which will work for some and not at all for others, as everyone is different - is to first recognize
the psychological reasons for lack of fitness. "Laziness" doesn't seem to be a true primary cause in my experience. It's a symptom of something else.
One must ask oneself, "WHY am I so averse to doing this? WHY does it feel so hard for me? What am I REALLY feeling?" And then embrace that getting
healthy is going to be hard and require some real suffering potentially depending upon who you are.
This is why I implore people never to judge others for their fitness challenges or weight. If it was this hard for me when, despite some limitations,
I'm still relatively young and healthy... imagine someone far worse off, such as my friend who's in a nursing home at 36 and bed ridden. His life is a
living hell, yet he never gives up, and against all odds, is losing weight and gaining mobility slowly but surely.
Love yourself. Love and respect others. You can achieve your goals if you uncover the underlying reasons for your own personal obstacles, whatever
they may be. My two cents. YMMV as always.
Peace and best of luck to anyone on such a journey.